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“Is everything OK?” Tim asked once they were safely back in the rental car—with the doors locked, at Ryan’s insistence—and the engine had been started.
“I’m fine, just a little shaken,” Ryan said, offering up a completely unconvincing smile as he clutched the seatbelt wrapped across his chest.
“What the hell did he say to you?” Tim asked, anger burning in the back of his throat. Max may have been good looking, but that wouldn’t stop Tim from hitting him right in that pretty face of his if he’d said or done anything to hurt Ryan, especially after the amazing moment that they’d shared.
“Nothing nice,” Ryan laughed, shaking his head. “But it’s fine, really. He’s a prick. We had some words with each other, got things off of our chests and everything’s gonna be alright.”
“You’re a really
